Nowhere to lie down except the bare floor.

“You need a minute?” he asked.

I nodded, thankful that he hadn’t told me to be strong.

Once they were gone, I carried a hammer out into the yard.

I was halfway to the shed when I stopped short.

I wanted to rip off the door, smash the latch, and throw every board across the lawn.

But Finn was watching from the kitchen window.

He had already seen enough grown-ups make sudden, loud decisions.